Sleepless dawn adds mayhem to the torn-lattice mindset.
Only. Cup of tee gilds my life with unsaid and thought
Scarcely of yesterday. Lonely, burned, bittersweet mouth
Whispers, bed white paper with lexisseed ignoring twisters,
Ups and downs, of beseeched waken psyche, hold your
Breath, throttles bursting, brain as well, to what am I kin?
Granted pearls, some were picked or rather invested by heaven.
Some as heavy as hell, bright as the sun, in number seven.
Yesterday proprieted all, care proper, could hardly sleep
Bearing in mind weighty consequences, grief of pearlhopper,
If losing it all, losing it ever and tricely. Ready or not here
I come, asking questions myself, timid myself answering.
Ready. Not. Not. I am not ready to lose it. Scare. Holding it
Tight. Holding what tight? Deity gems, assortment rare.
Sleepless dawn adds mayhem...
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